The Allure of Suicide

 It's 8:55pm. There's no doubt in my mind that everyone who has ever breathed a breath of air has considered suicide at some point in their life. I'm sitting here, with nothing but the taste of death on my breath. "Oh how I would love to die in the arms of my lover!" They scream with such vivacity. I have fantasized many times of how I would die, in a sea of blood, the bullets hitting my flesh as bits of my being slowly rip from my bones. Or another time how I would simply swerve a little to the left hitting the oncoming truck with the full force of American made metallic muscle. How the flames of the fire would begin to singe and melt my skin away in a few agonizing minutes. Or even a simpler one, where I could use a shotgun and taste the iron on my lips before my teeth spring onto my brain making their own shotgun shells. No my death is sure to be a gruesome one, I think. Alas, I doubt it, more than likely I slip on a wet surface of my dingy apartment floor and use my brain as a cushion before my brittle bones could break the fall. How pitiful, truly it is to be elderly always watching to not accidently swallow too fast or too slow, to not forget to take a certain pill lest you shit yourself. I wish I had died sooner, I keep thinking. When I was younger I thought I would die by 21 I didn't expect to be alive right now. Now that I am, I don't know why to keep on living. I guess it's to better humanity in some way, but what if we don't have a reason to? There's no reason to trying to better this pounds of flesh that move within the walls of society, in fact there's not a fathomable reason to even be nice, then why try so hard? Maybe we should just leave each other to die. I mean, after all we all gotta die sometime. 

Boredom

 Currently 8:08pm. Tonight I come with tidings of boredom. It seems so prevalent now, I seem to always be in a rut. I can't enjoy things anymore. I think I'm a little messed up, but I don't like to dwell on this. Often times I throw myself into twitch, I feel I get a lot of my social needs from streamers, and streaming alike. It's important to connect, truly for mental stability. The thing is, I don't enjoy it. I throw money at a lot of people because it brings me relief of a sort, like I'm doing something genuinely unselfish, when in reality I get more benefits than anything else. I'm a very selfish person. I've been told multiple times that these relationships on twitch are parasocial, which I find it absolutely true. On the other hand, I don't really mind it, but at the same time the watcher gets satisfaction with the attention the streamer gives them. I think it's a ridiculous substitution for genuine friendships but to people like me, completely inept and uninterested in meaningful relationships, I find it stupidly important to keep my mental stability intact. Someone such as I, who is very selfish can find comfort and ease in dropping a couple subs or donations to for a brief moment have satisfying unselfishness, or a pathetic version of the illusion. At the end of the day, twitch is great in terms of that, but at the same time I feel like part of me is dying, as if I can't genuinely craft myself in my mind. I found myself talking to myself much less than I usually do, which I find concerning. There's always a streamer on the other side just a click away. So why even begin to question myself, when there's someone out there who I can divert my attention to? I miss myself, I think I need to chill out on the social stuff. It doesn't feel right, it never does. I feel like I'm dying. I'm so tired. 

Reviewing Martyrs

 It's 9:48pm, I finished watching Martyrs a few days ago, so I'll try and recall the interesting points and what I really liked etc. In the earlier parts of the movie, you're introduced to two main characters. One that is plagued by an immense amount of trauma, and another who is her supportive friend trying to help her make sense of her situation. It begins with the traumatized individual murdering a family which really makes it out to be a very intense introduction to the movie. I found it very jarring to go from one point to the next, but it works very well. It works so well because it really translates the dramatic shift into real life. One day, you could be the happiest you've ever been, have a nice coffee or enjoying a good book, and then poof you get a call telling you someone you know has died tragically in a motorcycle accident. It's very real, because this family is so normal they have such normal things that happen in a regular every day suburban family. It turns out, that they harbor a dark secret. This family has a basement where they torture young women to elicit a martyr or someone who is tortured so relentlessly until they have a transcendent experience and are able to see into heaven, or hell? I'm not exactly sure. Before that, the traumatized woman who murdered the family, apparently has a demon which is a depiction of trauma, a lingering infection of what was. I think it was really good the way they added that into it, it felt placed correctly because it in fact made sense that someone who's ordeals were so intense they would create a delusion that would in a way remind them of the trauma they went through. It does make sense the woman ends up committing suicide in the movie. The issue I have was in the way they made it to be a little too gruesome as if it was a way to make the viewer feel uneasy or provoke the viewer to a feeling of disgust. In the later parts of the film I kind of got a little confused as to why I should even feel disgusted at what they torture the other supporting character with. It was food and the senseless beatings that confused me. I might've missed the point in whether or not it should've been in the movie at all. Why not torture the woman in an even more cruel way? I couldn't understand it. It felt very forced. Also there was another tortured lady who had no place in being in the movie, because she ends up being killed midway as well, kind of a cheap way of trying to force more gruesome images in the movie. It seemed like a waste of runtime to show someone who didn't want to be helped, and ended up dying senselessly. There were some plot holes as well, why didn't the supporting character just use the vehicle she came in with, to take the woman to the hospital? It made little sense. In all the movie was enjoyable but I can understand very well why some reviewers call it 'Torture porn' at times it feels like it wasn't thought out very well in the plot, some unneeded violence, but some scenes were well made, the makeup artists did a really good job in showing the gruesomeness of the scenes. 

Reviewing Thor: Love and Thunder

 It's currently 9:23pm. It's been a while, I haven't really had much of the 'feeling' of posting anything. It's a bit like saying I don't really have any creativity, so in that way I want to apologize. In Thor: Love and Thunder there are two things you have to take away from it's message, one: Love is painful. The second, that no matter how many things life with throw at you, you can choose to bathe in disappointment, and sadness or choose to live again. Throughout the Thor series of movies, you can't help but feel a bit depressed yourself, at how many trials Thor has to endure in his quest of being an adventurous god. His people, his family, his love, and even his weapons, tend to end in some way. I think this was seen really well in an earlier movie: Avengers Endgame. You could finally see that Thor was in a state of complete defeat. Not only was he in a dark place, but the way he carried himself was in a way that really emphasized his desire to make something 'right'. I think this movie should've delved a little more in the direction of rebuilding himself. Thor wasn't really ready for another defeat. In this movie, I appreciate that he was trying to figure out who he was, but I felt it never really went in when it came to it. He was supposed to be someone who only lives to fight for others, yet it never really felt like it would be the right fit when his fights always end up in a very messy way, for someone who wants to help others out, it feels half assed when he destroys things in the ensuing fights. I really liked Jane Foster's arc in this movie it really felt like she had one direct objective, either live to fight another day, complacent in an important battle, or to die a hero in glory. I really liked how she ended up dying in the arms of another Thor. It felt right that Jane would have to die, even though she could've survived. In the end, Thor ends up with a child who is as if not more powerful than he is. I don't really think that was a very good way to end the movie, I think it should've explored more of his time with an interest of having a child of his own. It's an end all be all band-aid to his even growing traumas. I think the next movie, Thor should die. Unfortunately, his arc seems over, Chris Hemsworth should retire the character, only because of the way they kind of made Thor out in the stories that were made of him. I would like for Thor to continue in a way, maybe if they let him be in Avenger's movies or Guardians movies, but it really seems like he is at the end of his rope. It might be time for him to hand over the mantle of Thor to another, maybe his child at the end of Love and Thunder? In all I think this movie should've been Thor figuring out his place in the world, exploring the depth of his traumas, and exploring more of his interest in having a child, becoming a father. I did enjoy the aspect of Love and Jane's arc. I hope in the future that there's more of him and maybe another movie with a more in-depth perspective of Thor.